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It is Thursday morning. I’m sitting in a buzzing office at my desk in a sea of cubicles. I won’t see the sun until I leave the building for lunch or at the end of the day. My nail-beds are still dirty from our harvest on Monday at the farm. And looking down at my [...]

On Sunday, driving rains and howling winds kept us pilgrims inside the farmhouse. Our day was quiet as we watched out the windows and continued our farming discussions. Then at 5 o’clock the farmhouse living room was no longer our bedroom and lounge area. It became church. The Abundant Table Farm Project hosts a Eucharist [...]

Food, Faith, Farming Pilgrimage. My whole experience with the Food, Faith, and Farming pilgrimage is difficult to describe in a series of events, rather it seems more to be in a collection of impressions left upon me. So many people who touched me, with their uniqueness. Harrison, and his sensitive eyes, when looking at the [...]

This entry was originally written on the afternoon of Tuesday, March 22 while I was waiting in the airport. What can I say to sum up my experience in Oxnard? As I prepare to head home, I’m recalling the theme, or driving question, of a conversation I had with Holly last night, and which I [...]

Our last day of pilgrimage, the sun eventually came out following one of the most intense rain storms of the year. The pilgrims were able to hit the mud-socked fields (!) to harvest for the morning. Many a stuck boot later, we gathered for a delicious lunch in the farm house kitchen followed by two [...]

Every now and again, there is nothing I love more than a good In & Out burger! A non-native Californian, I remember well the first time I was introduced to In & Out. I was working (at the time) as an Episcopal Urban Intern at the St. Joseph Homeless Service Center in Venice. My colleagues [...]

“…We are travelers on a road, we are here to help each other walk the mile and share the load.” Though we didn’t even sing the song that these lyrics belong to in our worship service earlier tonight, somehow they came up in conversation, [slash] a few of us started singing them together after dinner. [...]

Tonight we had a church service at the farm that was very humbling for me. Nicole was kind enough to bring a guitar from her church and I was welcomed to play a few of the hymns with Anne, the nice woman who played piano for the group. Everyone was very accepting and thankful for [...]

My Urban Pilgramage. The Garden. Watching the documentary of The Garden, in LA, I felt an anger that most people seem ill equipped to handle. We are given anger management, and given ways, and reasons to look at the bright side of things. I see no bright side, nor do I wish to delude my [...]

It’s Sunday morning in Oxnard, and it’s raining. Fairly heavy, but nothing abnormal for a Georgia boy, what with all the rain we’ve seen there lately. For southern California, however, apparently this is a deluge. The constant drip, drip of water on the patio, and the on-again, off-again rushing of the wind outside seem an [...]